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memories are an amazing thing...gifts really, well the good ones anyway. i opened my gift tonight as i popped a bag of orville redenbacher's simply salted microwave popcorn.it tasted as close to the popcorn my grandaddy luke used to pop as is possible. he was a popcorn popper extraordinaire. it was more than just the popcorn. it was the time spent with him. so many heavenly sleep overs at their house. no brothers to pick on me. all the grown up attention i could handle, a supper of cornbread and milk, hours of hide n go seek (where i believed i was the best hider in the world, but now realize that they just left me in the closet to play), then came the time to sit in grandaddy's lap in the big black recliner to share from the big bowl of perfectly seasoned popcorn and watch tv. goodness, i miss that man.